Friday, October 31, 2008

Food for Inspiration

Growing up there was a framed poem on the wall outside of my bedroom, and my sisters and I memorized it after 18 years of walking past. What I didn't realize was that it was only the first verse, and two others followed. If this can't bring a smile to your face, well, good thing it's the weekend.

IT COULDN'T BE DONE, By Edgar A. Guest
Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But, he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle it in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "couldn't be done", and you'll do it.

Have a great Halloween and weekend. Amy S.